My calendar, the card aisles and the colorful sales flyers that come with my newspaper tell me that Father’s Day is coming. Quickly.
I’ve been writing family centered, slice of life columns for several years’ worth of Father’s Days—I have a sizable file of them.
Having that file is a necessity because I can make sure I don’t repeat myself (a symptom of experienced age). It’s also a curse because sometimes I was indeed ready to repeat myself which leads to a panicky Now What!? Or, like looking for that ONE picture for Throw Back Thursday leads to hours paging through photo albums, I fall into a rabbit hole of reading.
And sometimes I am paralyzed because what I prattled on about in years past ends up being far more emotional than I was prepared for.
That happened this week. Continue reading